Deacon wakes with a snort, not realizing he and Danse had dozed off in their afterglow, bodies now stuck together in a way that feels unpleasant to peel away from. He still does, rolling over onto his back beside Danse with a soft grunt. He can't really see his reflection in the mirror on the wall from this angle, but he stares at it for a long minute, rethinking some of the things Danse said to him before until he feels the other man stir beside him.

Deacon props himself up on his side, looking over to Danse with a smirk. He waits until he sees those big, dark eyes begin to flutter open and then with a voice hoarse from his own nap, mimics the sort of tone a child might use on a playground.

"Ooooooo, someone's in loooove~" As if this doesn't apply to him, also.